A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Of course." Edward said, "I know much more about the Muggle world than you do. By the way, your parents work in London, right?"

"Yes, they have a small clinic in Bromley, London." Hermione said with a crying face. She could just imagine how terrible Edward must have been when he met her parents, who knew nothing about Muggles. .

"Bromley..." Edward looked reminiscing, as if he had a deep memory of the place, "Have you ever heard of a company... It should be called... BigHealth ...That should be the name.”

"Big Health?" Hermione suddenly became interested, "I have heard of this company. It is a giant in the medical industry, but a giant in the Muggle world. Teacher, do you know that much about the Muggle world?"

According to Hermione's observation, most wizards have a very wrong impression of Muggles. Most of them think that Muggles are mentally retarded.

This is obviously not the case.

"My knowledge of the Muggle world is beyond your imagination, Hermione." Edward said with a smile, "And the giant you talk about happened to be the one I founded."

"What?!" Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth, but she forgot that she was still holding a quill in her hand, which instantly turned her face into a big smile.

Edward couldn't help but laugh.

......

Last week, Professor McGonagall came over to register the list of students staying at school for the holidays. Harry immediately signed it, while Hermione packed her bags and prepared to leave home. She had not seen her parents for three months. , which made her miss them especially.

After all, she is only an 11-year-old girl, so this is inevitable.

Today is the day when students leave Hogwarts. They will go to Hogsmeade to reboard the train and return to King's Cross Station, where their parents will be waiting for their children.

"Professor, do you want to take the train back with me?" Hermione asked the day before leaving.

"No, I will probably stay in the castle for a while, and I will call you in advance." Edward said, "I don't want to leave a bad impression on your parents the first time we meet."

"Do you still know the phone number?"

"Don't think of me as an old-timer like Dumbledore."

"Okay, okay, I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you could build a spaceship now," Hermione said with a cute shrug, "You probably know more about the Muggle world than I do."

"The wisdom of adults," Edward said modestly.

"So, teacher, how old are you?" Hermione put her face in her hands and put her hands on the table. "Not just me, many people are curious about your age because you look so young."

"Hera, I want to teach you a lesson, don't ask a man's age casually, it's a secret." Edward said in a deep voice, which obviously scared Hermione, and she mistakenly thought that she had asked some taboo question.

"Of course, this is just a joke." Edward suddenly smiled, "You only need to know that I am very, very old, much older than Dumbledore."

"Older than Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask him."

"Well..." Hermione pursed her lips. She didn't dare to ask Principal Dumbledore.

"So you really don't want to tell me what secrets there are between Hagrid and Principal Dumbledore? What is hidden behind the three-headed Lu Wei?" Hermione asked unwillingly. This was already the third time today. times, she seemed to think Edward would tell him.

"I've told you many times, Hermione, I won't tell you. This involves a friend of mine and Dumbledore's secret." Edward rubbed his temples and said, he wished he could send Hermione away now. Min went home to avoid making any noise here.

"Your friend? Then he must be a very powerful person, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Many of my friends are Muggles." Edward said, "I don't just have a wide range of friends in the wizarding world."

"Yes, yes, our Professor Edward Rumple is the most powerful!" Hermione said weakly.

She has almost figured out Edward's character, narcissistic and arrogant.

......

It was late December, a few nights before Christmas.

Mr. Granger drove his wife back home as usual. Thinking of seeing his cute and cute daughter when he got home, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hermione is so amazing. She dared to go to boarding school. At her age, I would have never dared to-" Mrs. Granger was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

Mr. Granger took out his mobile phone irritably, intending to see who dared to disturb him after he got off work.

"Hello, are you Mr. Granger's house?" Opposite was a crisp boy who sounded young.

"Son, I'm already off work. If you need to make an appointment, you should call Mrs. Maggie at the front desk. Her number is-"

"You are Mr. Granger, right?" The voice on the other end was very stiff, and seemed to have a hint of anger.

Mr. Granger pulled the car to the side. He didn't want to cause a traffic accident. "Yes, I am Granger."

"Hermione Granger is your daughter, right?"

"Yes, you are her friend?" Mr. Granger said impatiently. Since Hermione went to Hogwarts, he has received many calls from her former classmates, including very many. A call from multiple high schools - they wanted Hermione to study at their high school.

But compared with magic, this is a bit ridiculous.

"That's right. I believe Hermione must have introduced me to you. I am her teacher, Edward Lumpo." The voice on the other end of the phone said calmly.

"Edward Rumple...Edward Rumple!" Mr. Granger couldn't help shouting, scaring his wife beside him.This made her punch him on the shoulder angrily.

"Edward Lumpo, that great writer! "The Cursed Child"!" Mr. Granger and his wife shouted excitedly, "It is Mr. Lumpo whom we most admire!"

"Uh..." Edward was silent for a moment, and then said with certainty, "Yes, if you deserve to be that published author, I'm calling to tell you that I will be there tomorrow morning. I’ll pay you a visit sometime and hope to have a cordial meeting with you.”